To Kill A Mockingbird Dialectical Journal

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I lifted my cup of coffee and took a sip of it. My eyes concentrated on the newspaper but in my head, I was thinking of what happened yesterday night. As I looked up to see the clock, my eyes went to Jem’s eyes. His hands were wrapped around his cup of coffee, still untouched. I smiled and remembered what happened. I was sitting in front of the jailhouse reading a newspaper article while I guarded Tom at the county jail in Maycomb as he was sound asleep. It was a dark and humid night, the bright light in front of the jailhouse shined on me as I read the article. I heard a movement in the bushes, but I thought that it was probably a squirrel or something running home. While I was reading the article over again, I heard a loud, rumbling sound,

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